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Sorterbro Kro

Sorterbro Kro

Fyn, Denmark

When he was thirteen, John started working as a kitchen boy right here in Fynske Landsby, the ancient Danish village turned into a museum. Maybe for this reason, when he happened to read that Sorterbro was for sale, he did not have to think about it…

Swaswara

Swaswara

Goa, India

‘Swaswara’ means listening to your inner voice. It is the name of the Ayurvedic centre where we spent eight days…

Santa Clara 1728

Santa Clara 1728

Lisbon, Portugal

São Vicente, Lisbon, Portugal. “This is where our friendship begins”. This is the message we sent on WhatsApp to the owners of the Santa Clara 1728 hotel during our travels. That morning we were leaving Lisbon, driving over the Vasco de Gama bridge towards Arraiolos in the Alentejan countryside, to reach their farm for a few days…

L’Ambasciata

L’Ambasciata

Lombardy, Italy

If everyone has a gift, not all of us are free and fearless enough to foster it. Romano Tamani had both the liberty and the braveness to leave Quistello and go to work as a cook in London first, and then to come back to Quistello and create with his brother Carlo a cult place/temple of the Mantuan Gonzaga cuisine in the old family house…

Riad Mena & Beyond

Riad Mena & Beyond

Marrakech, Africa

Every time you walk through the rooms and courts of this nobiliary riad in the medina, you will feel like you are in a dream. The dream of a mother, who found her pleasant retreat here, and the dream of her daughter Philomena, who devoted this house to creative, intimate, authentic and happily unclassifiable reception…

Hija de Sanchez

Hija de Sanchez

Copenaghen, Denmark

Whoever decides to tell Rosio Sanchéz’s story will have to start from the phone call during which René Redzepi offered her a job as Noma’s confectioner. She begins, instead, from her childhood in Chicago and her precocious passion for sweets, which has its origin in a family kitchen where Mexico and the USA met…

Leon’s Oyster Shop

Leon’s Oyster Shop

Charleston, United States

To us, Charleston is a bridge over River Ashley, a storm in the Southeast, a dusty cloth shop, and a sage-green Victorian façade. And also a Saturday night at the corner between King and First where young people from the neighbourhood drink beer together at the pub while a team of thirty-year-olds prepares and serves perfect bowls of Raw/Grilled Oysters, Fried Chicken, Shrimp Roll and Cole Slaw in an old garage renamed Leon’s.

Broholm Castle

Broholm Castle

Fyn, Denmark

Thirteen generations of the same family. Seven hundred years. Nineteen rooms, six hundred and twenty hectares of vegetable garden, forest and gardens. Apricot-coloured bricks, high clouds and woods. Quiet ducks, busy insects, waterlilies…

Vanira Lodge

Vanira Lodge

Tahiti, South Pacific

Tahiti is an island and, at the same time, a people always keeping an eye on the ocean and another one on the mountains. They pray to the water and then to the forest, as if they were two symbiotic beings. Vanira lodge lies on a hill, steep enough to plunge into light dawns and deep sunsets, high enough to touch star-quilted night skies, close enough to Teahupoo’s waves to hear them rumble, close enough to the mountains to climb them. A green hill on the southern coast of Tahiti Iti, la Presqu’île, the wild part of the island, the one we love more. Evening comes quickly with the taste of lobster with honey, and morning comes quickly with the smell of coconut bread and banana and mango jam. ‘Fare’ is the word for ‘house’…

Woodspoon

Woodspoon

Los Angeles, California

Our friend Carl suggested Woodspoon when one of our favourite restaurants in Little Tokyo closed. ‘Do you know where you can eat tonight? At Woodspoon’. The lovely lady owner of this small ‘Brazilian country kitchen’ is a close friend of his. We google it quickly to find Jonathan Gold’s opinion, which reads: ‘It may be a little strange to start a review by praising a restaurant’s tap water, but Wood Spoon’s really is the best in town: triple-filtered, no doubt, served sharply cool, and flavored with whole cinnamon sticks, which give the water a delicate fragrance and tint it the color of dilute oolong tea.’…

Le Polveri

Le Polveri

Milan, Italy

The sister of Helios – the Sun – and of Selene – the Moon, in Greek mythology Eos, or Aurora, was the goddess that opened the gates to the light of day. Homer often calls Eos ‘the rosy-fingered goddess’. Aurora kneads dough, cooks and bakes every day but Mondays. Her tiny artisanal bakery with open laboratory is called Le Polveri (Powders), like the fine flour left on fingertips and the dark crumbles scattered on cheeks and tablecloths. Holidays are sweetly spiced and smell like cardamom, cinnamon and nutmeg. We love the abundance of big-sized breads and paddle pizzas, we love the delicacy of sweets you can hold in one hand – all made with mother dough, slow rising, and flours from small organic mills. You do not come here simply to buy bread; you come here knowingly to confirm Aurora’s skill to create a small world of calm, beauty and imagination.

Burrow

Burrow

Brooklyn NY, USA

After Manhattan’s wonderful noise and eccentricity, you look for Burrow’s composure and silence. You will admire the symmetric sweets display with puff-pastry elephant ears, toasted-green-tea biscuits, nostalgic cherry granola, and almond croissants. Here, everything is reduced on a perfection scale and enjoyed in a tiny aesthetic peace. The owner and chef Ayako Kurokawa goes in and out the kitchen in her indigo linen apron, refilling trays with sweet and savoury morsels. She was born in Hokkaido, and she cannot tell how long she has been cooking these French, Breton, or simply Japanese delicacies in New York City. In the small lobby of the offices at 68 Jay Street, Dumbo, Williamsburg, NYC.

Manuela

Manuela

Los Angeles, California

Maybe LA’s Arts District exists as a neighbourhood since Hauser & Wirth, a sophisticated contemporary art gallery as large as a couple of museums, opened at 901, East 3rd Street. Manuela opened one year later as the perfect rendezvous. ‘Whitsell’s rural sensibilities settling into one of the most urban spaces on the West Coast’ (Jonathan Gold, Los Angeles Times). Chef Wes Whitsell comes from the South, from Texas, his bag full of verbs that suit perfectly a small future meal: in-house smoking, fermenting, preserving, pickling. There are a chicken house where twelve rare-breed chickens live, and a planting garden where home vegetables grow. All this inside the walls of an ambitious art space…

Confiteria Bristol

Confiteria Bristol

Buenos Aires, Argentina

A boy and a girl walk on via Esmeralda. At the end of February, though the summer is about to end, the air in Buenos Aires is still torrid. They have just arrived and today they have no destination. The small Confitería Bristol is the address they are not looking for. The girl orders two vegetarian empanadas, and the boy three with meat, with no hesitations. In front of the convex windows of the confectioner’s that since 1952 lives on the domestic rituals of the local upper middle class, they speak with the man at the counter – a Peruvian who learnt the trade as a boy – and with a distinguished woman whom the confectioner introduces promptly as a regular customer and granddaughter of President Avellaneda. These delicious turnovers of crumbly wavy pastry – the girl will learn to mould them with greater and greater skill – are the main course of an improvised picnic on a bench in the small park in front of the Palacio de Relaciones Internacionales. She bites them slowly, while he wolfs them and smiles with eyes wide open, as he did when he was caught doing some prank as a child. Buenos Aires was his world back then; now it is the city where he goes back and takes his new love.

Sakeya

Sakeya

Milan, Italy

‘No moon, no blossom. Just me drinking sake, totally alone.’ Matsuo Bashō, 1689. Oku no Hosomichi (‘The Narrow Road to the Interior’) is one of the most important classic books of the Japanese literature. This work by poet Matsuo Bashō is a travelogue written both in prose and verses during a long and perilous walk, a five-month pilgrimage, more than two thousand kilometres long, from the modern Tokyo to the Japanese hinterland. It was the end of the eighteenth century. The master’s itinerary became the opportunity for many to start their own Japanese journey…

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